We Belong to the Light, We Belong to the Thunder

I remember my first ever hot yoga class. I passed out from not breathing, and they had to drag me out, red-faced (literally) like a limp rag doll.

If there were ever a reminder of just how vital the breath is, this would be it. Which to me, is one of the reasons why I connect so deeply with aromatherapy.

We can get disconnect from our bodies and breath, becoming so hyper-aware of what’s going on around us, that we literally forget to take a moment to breathe. To nourish ourselves. To come back to our breath.

Lululemon Feelgood Giving

I’m fresh off the Lululemon retreat and I still can’t put into words how healing, (at times terrifying), and empowering the encounter was.

We learned about the magic of possibility on the first day, and our facilitators, Mohana, Cheryl and Stephanie helped us unlearn or rephrase ‘fixed language’ to overcome negative beliefs that you believe are immutable… ideas like, “I’ll always be broke” or “I don’t have enough time.”

It all begins with identifying what that fixed belief is, and writing down some proactive steps you can take to undo that mindset. So if you are always broke, you could ask your boss for a raise, take on a side hustle etc. You have the power to change, starting with your thoughts.

The Real Journey Inward Begins 

The next day, we went into a silent meditation (which broke after breakfast) and allowed the silence to reveal and bring up things we would have otherwise overlooked in the busyness of daily life. We were told to put our phones aside, go inward, and not even make eye contact with anyone — not even our roommates who we were bunking in with. Not for anything, save a fire.

I didn’t realise how much of a gift silence would be to me. As I rose in the morning I found that I didn’t miss the not talking. It was a license to just Be. It was freeing to go about tasks in silence, marinating in your own thoughts instead of checking emails or catching up on social media. Isn’t it funny how we get anxious when we don’t check our phones, but similarly anxious when we do? There’s no happy medium. It was a gift to not even communicate with eye contact. The practice made me realise just how much we perform for the sake of it. How we exchange pleasantries because it’s polite, for face, for ego. How many times do we ask a cursory, “How are you?” and actually mean it? I kept my head down and walked to morning yoga by the pool, led by Stephanie.

During the practice, she talked about each of us having a light and shadow side. I tried hard as I could to keep up with all the incredible yogini, barre, fitness, and spinning experts around me.

We also spent a lot of time discovering our core values and pin-pointing our purpose or gift that we were here to share with the world. The values of freedom, compassion, integrity and legacy are intrinsic to who I am, which as an empath, explains why it pains me to see others suffering, being oppressed or forgotten.

Let Yourself Be Seen

We went deeper on the final day and were asked to project ourselves into the future. We had to imagine ourselves at our 100th birthday, with our loved one giving a toast for us. Even after meditation, it was hard for me to write my own toast – so much of life is unknown and I decided to pick the best case scenario and go for it.

Little did I know we were then to share our journals with each other and someone else would read our toast out loud, resulting in our group dissolving in tears. It was a revelatory experience, coming to terms with our heart’s desires whether we recognised it or not. Beyond fame and wealth, everyone wants to be appreciated, loved, and make a difference.

Was it absolutely embarrassing to have a stranger read your most innermost yearnings? Without a doubt. Did you have to be at your most raw and vulnerable for the exercise to work? Absolutely. But now that it’s out in the universe, you can lean into that.

You have allowed yourself to be seen and potentially judged as you truly are, and now there’s nothing to hide. There’s no downplaying dreams or fears. You are free to be.

Thank you to the truly inspiring team at Lululemon Singapore and its ambassadors for this incredible journey x Alli

Speaking from Your Ego

Always, over and over, these days and nights will come, the anxiety, the aversion, the doubt. And I will still live, and I will still love life.”
— Hermann Hesse

A few days ago I caught myself hyperventilating mid-conversation. I had to take a big gulp of water and walk away for a bit.

It’s not the first time my incorrect breathing has gotten me in a bind. I once passed out in a hot yoga class simply because I forgot to breathe. Or rather, instead of really embracing that I was a beginner, I was acutely aware of how I was totally sucking at the poses, how I couldn’t move with the fluidity of others… just too in my head. Sipping at air, anticipating what was to come next instead of just being ok with feeling out of my depth. And then I passed out, and the teacher had to drag me out. It was terribly glamorous.

The same thing happened last week at the dentist. It was a routine clean, but it turned out to be a mini pranayama session as the doctor realised I was holding my breath and therefore, not able to open my mouth for him—which is kind of not what you want when you pay $600 for a dental appointment.

It reminded me of the time I walked into Per Van Spall’s office at Como Shambhala.

Notice how when you entered you spoke in a high pitch with a shallow breath, he said at the end of our session. You were not speaking from your diaphragm. 

You were speaking from here, he said, and proceeded to point to his throat.

You were speaking from your ego.

Notice how your voice has deepened.

That moment unlocked something in me. When I speak into the moment with honesty and not fear, something just shifts.

The more we attempt to control a situation and get hysterical or speak in measured words instead of getting down to the core of who we are, the more it somehow manifests in the body. (It explains why you can seethe with anger or shake with rage or tremble with fear).

Ever since that encounter, I’ve been really mindful of listening to my body before reacting and it’s been a lot easier to stop and reframe situations just by paying attention to my breath.

But back to a few days ago where I really was hyperventilating. Knowing what I know, I was instantly able to pause, examine my intentions, and start again. It was actually pretty freeing because you don’t have to wait till tomorrow to start again.

Every moment can be made new by taking one deep breath.

If you’re after some immediate relief, the best balancing aromatherapy oils to help encourage patience, self-grace and an honest exchange with others (in my book), include bergamot essential oil and peppermint essential oil. Eucalyptus essential oil is another great one, literally helping to clear the air, while promoting better breathing.

And while you’re at it, if your heart needs a little re-examining, aside from prayer, journalling, meditation, walks in nature, I’ve always found geranium essential oil and ylang-ylang essential oil helpful in terms of bringing you back to center and gently rebalancing moods. There’s truly nothing worse than beating yourself up about something you said, or replaying on loop what can no longer be fixed.

And with that I finally realise why yoga teachers bang on the way that they do about breathing… Hope these suggestions help you.

x Alli

Living Triggered

You’ll never shine throwing shade

So here’s the thing. Pray and hope all you like to be a more patient, loving person, but you’re always going to be patient in theory until your wifi slows down or your suppliers don’t respond to emails, or people at pop-ups make snap (mostly entitled or misinformed) judgments, or things just simply don’t go your way.

Patience and lovingkindness need loads of hands-on, real-time practice, especially for someone like me who wants it all. But I don’t just want it all, I wanted it yesterday, and therein lies the tension.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to be living in Singapore: land of efficiency, home that I love. But this season, more than ever, I find myself stretched on the patience front in interactions with others but mostly, myself.

It’s like patience is the pigeon pose. And every time I think I’ve got it, that I’m feeling a nice stretch, the teacher (patience) comes around and pushes you deeper and deeper into that posture.

All this circles back to grace. The grace you extend to others when things aren’t going your way, and the grace you give yourself when you’re messing up so royally.

And I’m learning in this season to also live less triggered. Saw a shady post online? Trying to move past it. Overhead a dodgy statement? Breathing through it. Felt like someone you were generous to is just being plain calculative? Trying to find a middle ground. Whatever it is: the goal is to react less. Not all opinions need to be verbalised or expressed.

Even on a cellular level, we know that stress hormone, cortisol, is the body’s persona non grata over prolonged amounts of time. It has your body in a gridlocked flight-or-fight mode. It makes you edgy, creates inflammation in the body, influences weight gain and a whole bunch of non-helpful things. I realised every time I give into these triggers, I see these manifest in my body. A frozen hip here, an eczema flare up there.

I guess it’s about recognising how you’re feeling in that moment. Acknowledging that it sucks and then deciding one of several things:

a) Save your fucks.  This issue won’t matter in a year and it doesn’t warrant a response. I generally recommend saving your fucks for big things that matter – the environment, equality, female empowerment, not stealing other people’s creative work & passing it off as your next brainwave, not doing or accepting dervative work. That sort of thing

b) You need to respond but not before taking time to really process your next move. Pause, and think about how your reacting is going to play out 5 minutes, 5 days, 5 years from now. Pause so that you can regroup and be really intentional with your words. Mostly so you don’t ‘rain down fucks’ on someone as Mark Manson’s The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck puts it, but also so that you don’t unnecessarily burn any bridges in the heat of anger, as I’ve learned before. (My lessons are expensive)

c) trying to find a conciliatory middle ground and seeing how grace can be extended

So here’s what I’ve begun doing since late last year with varying degrees of success: I see you and your shadiness, your attempt to hurt because you are hurt or insecure, and possibly envious (though you don’t know it just yetbecause see, what haters do, is hate on you, then copy), and simply, look away without judgement.

In the immortal words of Coco Chanel, “I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.”

I focus my joy and the light of my being, and give myself to what really matters. I diffuse. I move on. You’re not living rent free in here *places hand on head and over heart simultaneously*

Hypothalamus, you can relax.  Tell all your other friends: the adrenals, the limbic system and the like that you are safe and not under threat. You are whole. Nothing is going to get you down.

And remember, you’ll never shine throwing shade. And impatience with yourself or a situation, is not going to get you to where you want to be any faster.

Hasta Felicia.

Holding Space

You can always tell who the strong women are. They are the ones you see building one another up, instead of tearing each other down.”

GRATEFUL for all the strong and inspiring women who have held space for us, encouraged us, and walked us through times when it would have been easier to go it alone. Instead of competing, they inspired us to expand our hearts and field of vision.

LOVING slow Sunday afternoons with my lapis lazuli x rutilated quartz gemstone elixirs which I’ve been drinking for the past several days.

LISTENING to these sublime tracks that just give my soul so much rest.

CURRENTLY BURNING Nightshade, our new blend made of the most gorgeous organic lavender, patchouli and other proprietary essential oils. I’ve been burning this for over a year, and use it primarily when super jetlagged or when I’m over-tired and yet can’t seem to stop that internal chatter & turn down. I liken it to the comforting deep voice of a father or loved one telling you, “Right. Time for bed, you.”

x Alli

Caim

If you ever get the chance to treat them the way they treated you, no matter how painful it was, I hope that you choose to walk away and do better.”

 – Nawja Zebian

If there’s one thing that has been proven time and again, at least in my life, is that whatever you put out there comes back to you both good and bad.

Sometimes you’re the toxic one. The jealous one. The manic and bitter one. And sometimes, you’re on the receiving end of someone else’s bad day. You’re part of whatever distorted reality they’ve projected out of their own deep fears and insecurities.

My only honest-to-God reaction (as it was recently) was, I send you peace. I send you light.

Unlike other times, I gave myself a deadline to get over it because I’ve learned that you simply can’t carry other people’s warped opinions and projections of you around. That’s your opinion, but it isn’t my reality. And so, I simply reject what I need to for my own wellbeing, creativity, and lightness of being. Because, who wants another burden?

I let myself feel whatever I needed to feel: accused for no reason, a bit indignant, definitely a lot of pity for that person, but I definitely told myself I’d be over it by lunch. And I was.  I called down a spiritual caim around myself, a caim in the form of a prayer, fried chicken, beauty shopping, and a really good laugh with friends.

You must be in a lot of pain to judge me (ergo yourself) in this way. My heart goes out to you.

Life’s funny in that we always get to walk in the other person’s shoes eventually. Judge you today, understand you tomorrow. So, I know you’ll understand sooner or later.

Until then, I pray for peace and light for you. “I’m no longer on bad terms with anyone. I’m declaring it. Judge me by yourself. Good luck with the hating. I wish you the best.” 

There is nothing more classy or powerful than showing forgiveness and grace to someone who does not deserve it.”

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